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Don’t Blink-It GoesByFast<br />

Mary Ann Kirby<br />

<strong>Fall</strong> is here. School is back in session and I<br />

already miss the lazy summertime days with<br />

my family; particularly my ever-growing<br />

12-year-old. Time is going so fast.<br />

As adults, we’ve always known that “time<br />

flies” – but just a couple of weeks ago, my own<br />

child commented on how fast the weekends<br />

seem to go by. I didn’t know kids had much<br />

concept of time beyond, “how much longer is it”<br />

and “are we there yet?” Call me crazy, but I’m<br />

pretty sure that time is going by faster than it<br />

used to. And I doubt that the warp-speed<br />

hyper-scheduling we all endure helps much.<br />

The morning that I wrote this, the Kenny<br />

Chesney song Don’t Blink came on the radio<br />

and made me teary. (Note: it doesn’t take much<br />

to get me all blubbery and choked up. They say<br />

having kids does that to a person. I believe it.)<br />

The song refers to a man turning 102 years old.<br />

He’s being interviewed and is asked what he<br />

considers to be the secret of life. He answered,<br />

“Don’t blink. 100 years goes by faster than<br />

you think.”<br />

It got me to thinking (and writing)–am I so<br />

busy running, trying to keep up, that I’m missing<br />

the most important part of it all? Kenny’s<br />

fictitious centenarian says to, “Best start putting<br />

first things first . . . ‘cause when your hourglass<br />

runs out of sand, you can’t flip it over and start<br />

again. Take every breath God gives you for what<br />

it’s worth.”<br />

With that in mind, I’ve made a mid-life<br />

resolution.. I want to do things differently.<br />

I want to notice more–and to appreciate more.<br />

I not only want to step out of my box and go<br />

places I’ve never been, see things I’ve never<br />

seen, eat places I’ve never eaten and do things<br />

I’ve never done–but I want to see the things<br />

around me, differently.<br />

Erma Bombeck is one of my all-time<br />

favorite columnists. Back in 1979, she wrote a<br />

column called, “If I Had My Life to Live Over.” It<br />

reiterates that the time we have should be<br />

appreciated and used wisely. She was 52<br />

when she wrote it–basically, my age. We<br />

should all take it as excellent advice in today’s<br />

high-velocity environment. She says:<br />

“Someone asked me the other day if I had<br />

my life to live over, would I change anything.<br />

My answer was no, but then I thought about it,<br />

and changed my mind.<br />

n If I had my life to live over, I would have<br />

talked less and listened more.<br />

n Instead of wishing away nine months of<br />

pregnancy, and complaining about the shadow<br />

over my feet, I’d have cherished every minute of<br />

it and realized that the wonderment growing<br />

inside me was my only chance in life to assist<br />

God in a miracle.<br />

n I would have never insisted the car windows<br />

be rolled up on a summer day because my hair<br />

had just been teased and sprayed.<br />

n I would have invited friends over to dinner<br />

even if the carpet was stained and the sofa<br />

faded.<br />

n I would have eaten popcorn in the ‘good’<br />

living room and worried less about the dirt<br />

when you lit a fire in the fireplace.<br />

n I would have taken the time to listen to my<br />

grandfather ramble about his youth.<br />

n I would have burned the pink candle<br />

sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.<br />

n I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn<br />

with my children and never worried about<br />

grass stains.<br />

n I would have cried and laughed less while<br />

watching TV–and more while watching life.<br />

n I would have shared more of the<br />

responsibility carried by my husband, which<br />

I took for granted.<br />

n I would have<br />

eaten less cottage<br />

cheese and more ice<br />

cream.<br />

n I would have gone<br />

to bed when I was sick<br />

instead of pretending the<br />

Earth would go into a holding<br />

pattern if I weren’t there for a day.<br />

n I would never have bought ANYTHING<br />

just because it was practical/wouldn’t<br />

show soil/guaranteed to last a lifetime.<br />

n When my kids kissed me impetuously,<br />

I would never have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed<br />

up for dinner.’<br />

n There would have been more ‘I love yous’ ... more<br />

‘I’m sorrys’ ... more “I’m listenings’ ... but mostly, given<br />

another shot at life, I would seize every minute ...<br />

look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ...<br />

exhaust it ... and never give that minute back<br />

until there was nothing left of it.”<br />

Is there any way to say it better?<br />

It’s a great lesson for me about<br />

life–and time–and the<br />

passage of time,<br />

particularly as we<br />

embark upon a new<br />

season. I plan<br />

to begin living<br />

life more<br />

deliberately–<br />

and I’m<br />

starting<br />

today.<br />

Don’t blink.<br />

<strong>Hometown</strong> <strong>Brandon</strong> • 21

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